Goat Cheese and Kale Pizza
In the Spring, Scarlett attended a birthday party for a friend that was held at Loblaws. I know. Sounds a little strange to have a birthday party in a supermarket, but, I have to say, it was one of the best run birthday parties I’ve ever been to. The good folks at Loblaws have cooking parties (you pick the menu) that are age appropriate, fun and laden with cupcakes. This particular party entailed making pizza. The kids followed an instructor through a step-by-step prep process for whipping up personal size pizzas with their favorite toppings. As they baked, the kid’s decorated their party favor–a tray of six cupcakes. They ate their pizza for lunch, had cake and left happy. It was such a hit, Scarlett has been asking me ever since if we could make pizza at home. Roll the dough. The whole nine yards.
The pizza Scarlett made at the party.
A tray of mini marshmallows and gummy candies for decorating the cupcakes. I think this was my favorite part.
- 1 1/2 cups tomato sauce
- 1 cup goat cheese
- 1/2 cup parmesan cheese
- 1 cup fresh mozzarella
- 1 cup frozen, chopped kale
- 2 tablespoons of flour
- 1 teaspoon of olive oil for greasing
Preheat oven to 425.
Lightly grease a baking sheet.
Flour your work surface as well as your rolling pin.
Roll out the dough so it's about a 1/2 inch thick.
Spread a thin layer of sauce onto your dough. Sprinkle with kale, goat and parmesan cheeses as well as mozzerella.
Place in the oven on the middle rack and cook for 15 - 20 minutes until crust browns and cheese melts
I found a great frozen, whole wheat dough at Whole Foods. Scarlett handled the entire process like she’d been moonlighting at a pizza palace in her off hours. We resisted the urge to try and toss it.
We divided our pizza into two portions: one with kale, one without. Scarlett, at first, stuck with the cheese slices. However, when she tried a bite of mine, she ended up enjoying the kale side as well. We even had the leftovers the next day for lunch. It has now turned into one of our favorite suppers. The only thing I miss are all the cupcakes.
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